Doctor Zhivago

8

- Do not touch the couplings, She said to the groaning and gasped Emma Ernestovna, When she reached out to Lara's hands, To help her undress.
Viktor Ippolitovich was not at home. Emma Ernestovna continued to persuade Lara to enter and remove the fur coat.
- I can't. I'm in hurry. Where is he?
Emma Ernestovan said, that he is visiting a Christmas tree. With the address in the hands of Lara fled the gloomy, All her reminiscent staircase with colored emblems on the windows and headed for the flour town to the Snentitsky.
Only now, For the second time going out into the street, Lara really looked around. It was winter. There was a city. It was evening.
There was an ice cold. The streets were covered with black ice, thick, like glass bottoms of broken beer bottles. It was painful to breathe.
The air was scored by a gray hoar, And it seemed, that he tickles and tingles with his cosata bristles in the same way, how woiled and climbed Lara in the mouth of a gray -haired fur of her icy proud. Lara walked along empty streets with a pounding heart. On the way, the doors of tea and Kharcheven were smoking. Filted faces of passers -by emerged from the fog, Red, Like a sausage, and bearded faces of horses and dogs in ice icicles. The windows of the houses covered with a thick layer of ice and snow were definitely covered with chalk, And on their opaque surface, colored reflections of lit trees and the shadows of merry were moving, as if people on the street showed foggy paintings on whites from houses, shelter hung in front of the magic lantern.
Lara stopped in the chamberlain. - I can't, I can't stand it, - almost aloud burst out from her. - I'll get up and tell him everything, - Having mastered it, she thought, opening the heavy door of the representative entrance.

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